[ for a moment, jack's filled with nothing but relief, and he can't help but smile at her a bit, grateful that she -- at least, this version of martha jones -- wasn't subjected to what the miracle did to the world. to what the three families did to the world using his immortal blood.
but that smile doesn't last for too long, giving way to that same somber expression once again. he doesn't want to talk about his grandson, or how his daughter had walked away from him, unable to even look at him, so he focuses on the miracle and not the 456. ]
I was mortal. Me. I was the only person on the planet with the ability to die, because a bunch of nutcases decided to change the course of human history by forcing immortality on the masses. Nobody could die. It didn't matter if you were blown up, impaled, or had just suffered a heart attack -- you were alive, and death was no longer an absolute certainty.
For everyone but me, because they used my blood to do it. Harvested it a long time ago. I didn't think anything of it at the time. Never even realized they were up to something like that until it had already happened.
People called it a Miracle, but it was anything but. In the end, I was the last mortal man on Earth, and I had to use my mortal blood to restore the world to the way it ought to be.
[ a shrug, as if the whole ordeal had been nothing more than a walk in the park. he's full of shit, and he knows that she knows it. old habits die hard, and there are walls in place he's no longer used to bringing down. ]
I'm wrong again. [ he grins. ] The only immortal human in existence.
[ he pauses. ]
Well, except for Rex, but that's more or less... We're still working out the details of that.
Or we were, before -- you know -- my free, all-expense-paid trip to Shipneyland.
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but that smile doesn't last for too long, giving way to that same somber expression once again. he doesn't want to talk about his grandson, or how his daughter had walked away from him, unable to even look at him, so he focuses on the miracle and not the 456. ]
I was mortal. Me. I was the only person on the planet with the ability to die, because a bunch of nutcases decided to change the course of human history by forcing immortality on the masses. Nobody could die. It didn't matter if you were blown up, impaled, or had just suffered a heart attack -- you were alive, and death was no longer an absolute certainty.
For everyone but me, because they used my blood to do it. Harvested it a long time ago. I didn't think anything of it at the time. Never even realized they were up to something like that until it had already happened.
People called it a Miracle, but it was anything but. In the end, I was the last mortal man on Earth, and I had to use my mortal blood to restore the world to the way it ought to be.
[ a shrug, as if the whole ordeal had been nothing more than a walk in the park. he's full of shit, and he knows that she knows it. old habits die hard, and there are walls in place he's no longer used to bringing down. ]
I'm wrong again. [ he grins. ] The only immortal human in existence.
[ he pauses. ]
Well, except for Rex, but that's more or less... We're still working out the details of that.
Or we were, before -- you know -- my free, all-expense-paid trip to Shipneyland.